Chapter 3
Arnold
"Hey Arnold, hey Arnold, hey Arnold, hey Arnold, he-"
Arnold's alarm clock stopped as he pulled the cord out of the potato. He yawned.
"Ugh, this is definitely NOT the start of a good day," Arnold sighed.
He had spent all of the last night trying to figure out who the secret admirer was. He got nothing. Then he had to work on some math homework for Mr. Simmons. It took him until 1:00am the next morning until he could finish. And he was dead tired.
"Hey, Short Man!" Grandpa called up from downstairs. "Isn't it a lovely day?"
Arnold looked up to find stormy, cloudy, gray sky's. He yawned again and started to get ready for school. He trudged (vocab word!) down the stairs and got his backpack ready.
"Hey, what's this?" Grandpa was behind his back, pointing to the gray trapper keeper.
"Oh," Arnold blushed and quickly zipped up his backpack. "Nothing."
"Nothing, you say? I think our Arnold has been stealing!" He ran into the kitchen. "You here that Pookey? Arnold is a thief!"
"I didn't steal anything." Arnold said.
"So," it was Ernie Potts. "How'd ya do it?"
"I told you, I didn't steal it!" Arnold said, still calm, but getting angry.
"Arnold, how can you live with that on your mind? We will guilt you into giving it back," Grandpa said. "Arnold is a thief! Arnold is a thief! A common criminal!"
"Arnold did what?" Mr. Whynn asked.
"Thief, thief, thief," Grandpa chanted.
There was a message at the door.
"What is it?" Arnold asked.
"A message to Arnold from Mr. Smith," the man said.
"I'm Arnold," Arnold said. "Give it here."
"Can I trust you with this package?"
"Sure."
He gave Arnold the package and left. Arnold opened it to find a single sheet of paper. He looked at the paper and tore it into shreds. The paper said;
Arnold,
You're a thief? How could you?
-Mr. Smith
"SHUT. UP." Arnold said, grabbed a piece of toast, and went out the door.
"But, Arnold, school doesn't start for a while, the bus won't be here in half a hour! And it's raining cats and dogs!" Grandpa said.
"I'll walk, and I got a umbrella," Arnold said.
"I guess Arnold doesn't know today's April 1st?" Ernie Potts asked Grandpa and Grandma.
"Young Simba doesn't need to pay attention to the date," Grandma, of course.
~~~**~~~**~~~
"Hello, Arnold," Lila said to Arnold when he got into school. "You look ever so wet."
"I got mad at Grandpa and had to leave the house early," Arnold replied.
"Whatever do you mean?" Lila asked, curious.
"Oh, Grandpa found a gray trapper keeper I don't own, and he thought I stole it. Soon, the hole boarding house thought I was a thief."
"What were you doing with something you don't own?" Lila asked suspiciously.
'Oh, someone gave it to me t-" Arnold stopped. He figured he shouldn't say anything about IFMHB, so he changed the subject. "Mr. Simmons hasn't assigned any projects lightly, when do you think we are going to get them?"
"I'm so sorry, Arnold," Lila said suddenly. "I. . . I have to go talk to Mr. Simmons."
"Okay," Arnold said, but Lila was already off.
~~~**~~~**~~~**
"Now, class," Mr. Simmons started his favorite class. "We have a very special day today. I am having you read a special poem out of my special book of poems, in front of our special class."
"How special!" Helga said sarcastically. Everyone, including Mr. Simmons, laughed. He didn't get it.
"Okay, so who is first?" Mr. Simmons looked around at the room. "ARNOLD! How about you?"
"Um, okay," Arnold got out of his seat and walked up to the front. "It was a dark and stormy night. . ."
But, as Arnold was reading the long poem, Lila took the gray trapper keeper. She opened it and found all the letters. She couldn't believe her eyes. How dense can Arnold be, she thought. Can't he see that IFMHB is HELGA, but the next letter over? (i.e. a=b, b=c. . .)
Arnold was almost done, so Lila put the letters back and stuffed the trapper back with Arnold's stuff. He saw nothing wrong.
"I liked the way you read the poem ever so much," she said to him.
"Oh, thanks." Arnold blushed.
"Okay, class. We will be starting a new project today," Mr. Simmons said enthusiastically.
The class groaned.
"Yes. We will be in threes, pairs or be doing a monologue of a tragedy Shakespeare style. You will make up a story, write a script, and perform it on the 29th of May, the day before the dance!"
The class let out another groan. Arnold raised his hand.
"Yes, Arnold?"
"Uh, I'm not going to be here that day, I'm going to Lansing for a special 'family outing'."
"Oh, won't that be special, to visit Michigan's capital." Mr. Simmons said.
"Oh, yeah," Arnold said, sarcastically.
"So, you can be the director of your group. I'll put the sign-up sheet on my desk."
Arnold went over to Gerald and did the thumb-thing.
"Hey, partner," Arnold said.
"Actually, I promised Phoebe I would be her partner, but you can be in our group, I guess."
"Cool," Arnold said. "I'll go sign us up."
Arnold went up to Mr. Simmons desk and looked at the sheet. Already, there were three groups signed up.
Special Groups:
1. Sid & Stinky & Lila
2. Rhonda & Nadine
3. Helga (monologue)
He thought it was odd that Helga was by herself, but then put it out of his head, and scribbled his, Gerald's and Phoebe's names on the paper.
Arnold got back to his table, got out a paper, and asked Gerald for the date.
"April fools day, duh! You know, April 1st," Gerald said.
"Oh," Arnold muttered, realizing what his Grandpa was doing to him.
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Arnold
"Hey Arnold, hey Arnold, hey Arnold, hey Arnold, he-"
Arnold's alarm clock stopped as he pulled the cord out of the potato. He yawned.
"Ugh, this is definitely NOT the start of a good day," Arnold sighed.
He had spent all of the last night trying to figure out who the secret admirer was. He got nothing. Then he had to work on some math homework for Mr. Simmons. It took him until 1:00am the next morning until he could finish. And he was dead tired.
"Hey, Short Man!" Grandpa called up from downstairs. "Isn't it a lovely day?"
Arnold looked up to find stormy, cloudy, gray sky's. He yawned again and started to get ready for school. He trudged (vocab word!) down the stairs and got his backpack ready.
"Hey, what's this?" Grandpa was behind his back, pointing to the gray trapper keeper.
"Oh," Arnold blushed and quickly zipped up his backpack. "Nothing."
"Nothing, you say? I think our Arnold has been stealing!" He ran into the kitchen. "You here that Pookey? Arnold is a thief!"
"I didn't steal anything." Arnold said.
"So," it was Ernie Potts. "How'd ya do it?"
"I told you, I didn't steal it!" Arnold said, still calm, but getting angry.
"Arnold, how can you live with that on your mind? We will guilt you into giving it back," Grandpa said. "Arnold is a thief! Arnold is a thief! A common criminal!"
"Arnold did what?" Mr. Whynn asked.
"Thief, thief, thief," Grandpa chanted.
There was a message at the door.
"What is it?" Arnold asked.
"A message to Arnold from Mr. Smith," the man said.
"I'm Arnold," Arnold said. "Give it here."
"Can I trust you with this package?"
"Sure."
He gave Arnold the package and left. Arnold opened it to find a single sheet of paper. He looked at the paper and tore it into shreds. The paper said;
Arnold,
You're a thief? How could you?
-Mr. Smith
"SHUT. UP." Arnold said, grabbed a piece of toast, and went out the door.
"But, Arnold, school doesn't start for a while, the bus won't be here in half a hour! And it's raining cats and dogs!" Grandpa said.
"I'll walk, and I got a umbrella," Arnold said.
"I guess Arnold doesn't know today's April 1st?" Ernie Potts asked Grandpa and Grandma.
"Young Simba doesn't need to pay attention to the date," Grandma, of course.
~~~**~~~**~~~
"Hello, Arnold," Lila said to Arnold when he got into school. "You look ever so wet."
"I got mad at Grandpa and had to leave the house early," Arnold replied.
"Whatever do you mean?" Lila asked, curious.
"Oh, Grandpa found a gray trapper keeper I don't own, and he thought I stole it. Soon, the hole boarding house thought I was a thief."
"What were you doing with something you don't own?" Lila asked suspiciously.
'Oh, someone gave it to me t-" Arnold stopped. He figured he shouldn't say anything about IFMHB, so he changed the subject. "Mr. Simmons hasn't assigned any projects lightly, when do you think we are going to get them?"
"I'm so sorry, Arnold," Lila said suddenly. "I. . . I have to go talk to Mr. Simmons."
"Okay," Arnold said, but Lila was already off.
~~~**~~~**~~~**
"Now, class," Mr. Simmons started his favorite class. "We have a very special day today. I am having you read a special poem out of my special book of poems, in front of our special class."
"How special!" Helga said sarcastically. Everyone, including Mr. Simmons, laughed. He didn't get it.
"Okay, so who is first?" Mr. Simmons looked around at the room. "ARNOLD! How about you?"
"Um, okay," Arnold got out of his seat and walked up to the front. "It was a dark and stormy night. . ."
But, as Arnold was reading the long poem, Lila took the gray trapper keeper. She opened it and found all the letters. She couldn't believe her eyes. How dense can Arnold be, she thought. Can't he see that IFMHB is HELGA, but the next letter over? (i.e. a=b, b=c. . .)
Arnold was almost done, so Lila put the letters back and stuffed the trapper back with Arnold's stuff. He saw nothing wrong.
"I liked the way you read the poem ever so much," she said to him.
"Oh, thanks." Arnold blushed.
"Okay, class. We will be starting a new project today," Mr. Simmons said enthusiastically.
The class groaned.
"Yes. We will be in threes, pairs or be doing a monologue of a tragedy Shakespeare style. You will make up a story, write a script, and perform it on the 29th of May, the day before the dance!"
The class let out another groan. Arnold raised his hand.
"Yes, Arnold?"
"Uh, I'm not going to be here that day, I'm going to Lansing for a special 'family outing'."
"Oh, won't that be special, to visit Michigan's capital." Mr. Simmons said.
"Oh, yeah," Arnold said, sarcastically.
"So, you can be the director of your group. I'll put the sign-up sheet on my desk."
Arnold went over to Gerald and did the thumb-thing.
"Hey, partner," Arnold said.
"Actually, I promised Phoebe I would be her partner, but you can be in our group, I guess."
"Cool," Arnold said. "I'll go sign us up."
Arnold went up to Mr. Simmons desk and looked at the sheet. Already, there were three groups signed up.
Special Groups:
1. Sid & Stinky & Lila
2. Rhonda & Nadine
3. Helga (monologue)
He thought it was odd that Helga was by herself, but then put it out of his head, and scribbled his, Gerald's and Phoebe's names on the paper.
Arnold got back to his table, got out a paper, and asked Gerald for the date.
"April fools day, duh! You know, April 1st," Gerald said.
"Oh," Arnold muttered, realizing what his Grandpa was doing to him.
Did you like it? Fourth chapter coming ASAP! Please review and check out my friends stories by BlackNotebook (Glass Waltz) and Ton (We Are Not Alone)